Witch's Marsh Relax, turn around and take my hand

Emory stepped back a few inches, but didn't leave the girl's side. She send a reassuring smile her way, shaking her head somewhat slowly. "Miss is too formal, I'm Emory." She slowly stepped with the cloudy painted fae towards the edge of the frozen ground. 

"You must be freezing!" Emory exclaimed with fake worry. She quickly pushed herself so the two were side by side. "I'll keep you warm." She insisted without much warning.